Keep Changing
By: Tay (Hardcore Mosher/Captain Clueless)
Characters: Asia Burton, Amira Rawlings, Jamia Nestor, Casey Hawley, Original MCR Members, Other Random Characters I Feel Like Throwing In There…
Chapter Count: 1-?
Rating: PG-13 because of language, and... um... language?
Disclaimer: Much to my pleasure, I do not own the members of MCR, nor do I wish to. It would be too much of a hassle. The only thing that’s mine is the plotline and some of the characters (Asia, Amira, Casey, the other cliques, etc…). So yeah… Don’t sue!
Basic Summary: When a new kid enters the twelfth grade at Bellville High School, some things start to change with the people they encounter. Some things that may change the lives of these seniors forever…
Okay people. If you're reading this, you may have read my other story and the start to it's sequel. And I'm sorry for not finishing that story first, but people, I was out of ideas. So here's a new story to keep you occupied. I don't have many ideas to where this story is going either, but it should be easier to come up with when the time comes. Enjoy it!
Chapter 1
-Gerard’s POV-
The melodic sound of a girl’s singing interrupted my strained thoughts. My thoughts tended to wander when I was in unfamiliar territory. I don’t know why; my brain just worked differently than many others.
I forced myself to rip away from my vengeful daydreams and made my feet drag me to the source of the voice. It took a few moments and many wrong turns and bumping into walls that seemed to appear out of thin air to find the singer. I still couldn’t see her, but I could hear her and the sound was becoming more coherent and loud than when I stood farther away.
I opened the door to the auditorium where I stood and quietly entered the large theater. It was empty except for a small group of teachers lounging in the seats at the foot of the stage and a girl singing into a microphone to her heart’s content. Her voice was… angelic couldn’t even close to describing the magical sound that escaped her lips as the lyrics flowed through the auditorium. Her looks as well were astonishing.
Her hair was a blood red, crimson shade, the bangs slightly covering the right eye. Her eyes, from a distance, were a light blue, thick black eyeliner and charcoal shadow smothered around the transparent orbs. Her skin was pale, appearing to shine from the stage lights that fell upon her.
On closer inspection, I also noticed a small group of students whispering and chattering excitedly in seats near the center of the room. Either they were close friends of hers, or they were just pleased with her incredible performance. Or perhaps both. She seemed talented after all…
I didn’t even notice the song was complete until a standing ovation from the teachers and students, all clapping, cheering, and a couple begging for an encore. She bowed and took her place off the platform. She grabbed her messenger bag from where it sat on the steps down to the ground and walked toward the exit up here.
I would’ve panicked had it not been for her swift, graceful movements or her confused countenance as she spotted me on the carpeted stairs looking at her almost penetratingly.
“Excuse me,” she said; her speaking voice was as smooth and soft as her song. “But what are you doing here?”
I needed to come up with an answer fast. Only I couldn’t. I was much too entranced by her beauty as she stepped even closer to me. I could feel her warm breath touch my neck, since she wasn’t nearly as tall as me. She craned her neck to meet my eyes. After a moment of silence, she laughed.
“I’ve never seen you around here before,” she told me, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room, the audience of students struggling to catch up and keep pace. “Are you new?”
“Um, yeah,” I said. I was surprised I could form coherent words in my state of panic and shock around this beautiful girl.
“I figured. You’re probably one of the only people who would be lured by my singing. People just don’t even care anymore.”
I cleared my throat nervously and felt my face flush. She just chuckled at my tension.
“Listen, I don’t mind. I actually think it’s sweet. Not many people even acknowledge the fact that I may have even the smallest bit of talent. I like it when people do.”
“ASIA!” Someone called from behind us. We both turned suddenly only to be collided with one of the girls who was applauding her earlier. “Why’d you leave?”
I grabbed ‘Asia’s’ pale hand and pulled her up gently. Her friend just rolled her eyes.
“Gee; thanks for helping me up new kid. It’s not like you have two functional hands or anything.” She smirked and my face turned a brighter red.
“Come on Amira; give him a break,” Asia rolled her eyes at her friend, mimicking her actions. "And just so you don't bug me with this question later, I will clarify things for you. In case you hadn't realized, when a person finishes an audition, they should leave the auditorium. Do you understand?"
“ASIA!” Another voice called to the girl. Once again someone fell on us and I felt their elbow dig into my neck. I gasped for breath slightly.
“Get off him Toro!” Asia chuckled. He moved his arm and I pulled Asia up.
“Thanks lots new ki-“
“Don’t even try it Toro; you’re good friend Ami already tried the sarcastic act. Get some new comebacks.” Asia was smirking as she gripped my arm tightly.
“STOP DITCHING US ASIA! WE WANT SOME LOVE TOO!” More students came sprinting at us and rammed us to the ground. I gave up on helping Asia up and just concentrated on trying to keep a normal oxygen level.
“PEOPLE! YOU’RE SUFFOCATING US!” Asia yelled at the peers. They got up, brushed their clothes, and helped me and Asia up.
“Thanks,” I mumbled quietly, wiping the dirt and twigs off my Iron Maiden T-Shirt.
“So,” came a voice. It was the first girl who toppled on me and Asia, the one whose name I heard to be Amira. “What’s your name new kid?”
“Gerard,” I told them all.
“Cool name,” one of the guys said. The one Asia referred to as ‘Toro’.
“Thanks.”
“Well,” Asia started, “since none of you morons is decent enough to introduce us all to Gerard here, I will. I’m Asia, this is Amira,” she pointed to a girl with light brown hair and olive colored eyes, “this is-“
“I’ll introduce myself!” Said a girl, slapping Asia playfully on the arm. “I’m Casey!” she said. She seemed… hyper? No, that didn’t quite seem like the right word. She seemed like Mikey right after a major sugar high. I just hoped she didn’t stick forks in toasters too…
“I’m Jamia!” said a girl with reddish brown hair, freckles, and light brown eyes. She seemed pretty nice. Although somehow I could see people writing stories in which she was a jealous murderer. Maybe it was the psycho vibes she gave off…?
“I’m Ray, and this is Matt.” A boy with fuzzy copper hair and thick glasses announced this, pointing to an intimidating guy who looked like he belonged on a football team, not with a group of psycho people…
“Yeah, that’s all of us,” Asia said.
“What about Frankie?” Jamia asked.
“Oh yes! I forgot your lover!”
“Hey! I’m still a vir-“
“That doesn’t need announcing Jam. Besides, we all know you’re lying,” Asia said chucking. Jamia smirked and scoffed.
“You have no proof,” she said.
“That aside,” Amira interrupted the girls’ quarreling, “there’s a kid name Frankie who we hang out with a lot. He goes to a Catholic School near here.”
Asia nudged me, and leaned up to my ear.
“And there’s a one-hundred percent chance he and Jamia are gonna get together one day!”
“I heard that!” Jamia said, steaming.
“That was the point,” Asia explained.
Just as Jamia was going to make her rebuttal, the bells shrieked, announcing the beginning of homeroom.
“Huh, well I guess the phrase ‘Saved by the bell’ comes into effect here. Give me your schedule Gerard.” Asia grabbed the piece of folded paper in my large hands and read it. “Huh, looks like we have every class together. What are the odds!”
She somehow had the strength to twist my overweight form to the direction the main school building was in. We began to walk swiftly to the building, the others lingering behind, gossiping like schoolgirls it looked like. I only caught a glimpse of their conversation.
“How long till you think they start dating?” asked Ray.
“I give them two weeks,” said Amira quietly.
“Psh,” Jamia scoffed, “I give them two hours.”
By: Tay (Hardcore Mosher/Captain Clueless)
Characters: Asia Burton, Amira Rawlings, Jamia Nestor, Casey Hawley, Original MCR Members, Other Random Characters I Feel Like Throwing In There…
Chapter Count: 1-?
Rating: PG-13 because of language, and... um... language?
Disclaimer: Much to my pleasure, I do not own the members of MCR, nor do I wish to. It would be too much of a hassle. The only thing that’s mine is the plotline and some of the characters (Asia, Amira, Casey, the other cliques, etc…). So yeah… Don’t sue!
Basic Summary: When a new kid enters the twelfth grade at Bellville High School, some things start to change with the people they encounter. Some things that may change the lives of these seniors forever…
Okay people. If you're reading this, you may have read my other story and the start to it's sequel. And I'm sorry for not finishing that story first, but people, I was out of ideas. So here's a new story to keep you occupied. I don't have many ideas to where this story is going either, but it should be easier to come up with when the time comes. Enjoy it!
Chapter 1
-Gerard’s POV-
The melodic sound of a girl’s singing interrupted my strained thoughts. My thoughts tended to wander when I was in unfamiliar territory. I don’t know why; my brain just worked differently than many others.
I forced myself to rip away from my vengeful daydreams and made my feet drag me to the source of the voice. It took a few moments and many wrong turns and bumping into walls that seemed to appear out of thin air to find the singer. I still couldn’t see her, but I could hear her and the sound was becoming more coherent and loud than when I stood farther away.
I opened the door to the auditorium where I stood and quietly entered the large theater. It was empty except for a small group of teachers lounging in the seats at the foot of the stage and a girl singing into a microphone to her heart’s content. Her voice was… angelic couldn’t even close to describing the magical sound that escaped her lips as the lyrics flowed through the auditorium. Her looks as well were astonishing.
Her hair was a blood red, crimson shade, the bangs slightly covering the right eye. Her eyes, from a distance, were a light blue, thick black eyeliner and charcoal shadow smothered around the transparent orbs. Her skin was pale, appearing to shine from the stage lights that fell upon her.
On closer inspection, I also noticed a small group of students whispering and chattering excitedly in seats near the center of the room. Either they were close friends of hers, or they were just pleased with her incredible performance. Or perhaps both. She seemed talented after all…
I didn’t even notice the song was complete until a standing ovation from the teachers and students, all clapping, cheering, and a couple begging for an encore. She bowed and took her place off the platform. She grabbed her messenger bag from where it sat on the steps down to the ground and walked toward the exit up here.
I would’ve panicked had it not been for her swift, graceful movements or her confused countenance as she spotted me on the carpeted stairs looking at her almost penetratingly.
“Excuse me,” she said; her speaking voice was as smooth and soft as her song. “But what are you doing here?”
I needed to come up with an answer fast. Only I couldn’t. I was much too entranced by her beauty as she stepped even closer to me. I could feel her warm breath touch my neck, since she wasn’t nearly as tall as me. She craned her neck to meet my eyes. After a moment of silence, she laughed.
“I’ve never seen you around here before,” she told me, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room, the audience of students struggling to catch up and keep pace. “Are you new?”
“Um, yeah,” I said. I was surprised I could form coherent words in my state of panic and shock around this beautiful girl.
“I figured. You’re probably one of the only people who would be lured by my singing. People just don’t even care anymore.”
I cleared my throat nervously and felt my face flush. She just chuckled at my tension.
“Listen, I don’t mind. I actually think it’s sweet. Not many people even acknowledge the fact that I may have even the smallest bit of talent. I like it when people do.”
“ASIA!” Someone called from behind us. We both turned suddenly only to be collided with one of the girls who was applauding her earlier. “Why’d you leave?”
I grabbed ‘Asia’s’ pale hand and pulled her up gently. Her friend just rolled her eyes.
“Gee; thanks for helping me up new kid. It’s not like you have two functional hands or anything.” She smirked and my face turned a brighter red.
“Come on Amira; give him a break,” Asia rolled her eyes at her friend, mimicking her actions. "And just so you don't bug me with this question later, I will clarify things for you. In case you hadn't realized, when a person finishes an audition, they should leave the auditorium. Do you understand?"
“ASIA!” Another voice called to the girl. Once again someone fell on us and I felt their elbow dig into my neck. I gasped for breath slightly.
“Get off him Toro!” Asia chuckled. He moved his arm and I pulled Asia up.
“Thanks lots new ki-“
“Don’t even try it Toro; you’re good friend Ami already tried the sarcastic act. Get some new comebacks.” Asia was smirking as she gripped my arm tightly.
“STOP DITCHING US ASIA! WE WANT SOME LOVE TOO!” More students came sprinting at us and rammed us to the ground. I gave up on helping Asia up and just concentrated on trying to keep a normal oxygen level.
“PEOPLE! YOU’RE SUFFOCATING US!” Asia yelled at the peers. They got up, brushed their clothes, and helped me and Asia up.
“Thanks,” I mumbled quietly, wiping the dirt and twigs off my Iron Maiden T-Shirt.
“So,” came a voice. It was the first girl who toppled on me and Asia, the one whose name I heard to be Amira. “What’s your name new kid?”
“Gerard,” I told them all.
“Cool name,” one of the guys said. The one Asia referred to as ‘Toro’.
“Thanks.”
“Well,” Asia started, “since none of you morons is decent enough to introduce us all to Gerard here, I will. I’m Asia, this is Amira,” she pointed to a girl with light brown hair and olive colored eyes, “this is-“
“I’ll introduce myself!” Said a girl, slapping Asia playfully on the arm. “I’m Casey!” she said. She seemed… hyper? No, that didn’t quite seem like the right word. She seemed like Mikey right after a major sugar high. I just hoped she didn’t stick forks in toasters too…
“I’m Jamia!” said a girl with reddish brown hair, freckles, and light brown eyes. She seemed pretty nice. Although somehow I could see people writing stories in which she was a jealous murderer. Maybe it was the psycho vibes she gave off…?
“I’m Ray, and this is Matt.” A boy with fuzzy copper hair and thick glasses announced this, pointing to an intimidating guy who looked like he belonged on a football team, not with a group of psycho people…
“Yeah, that’s all of us,” Asia said.
“What about Frankie?” Jamia asked.
“Oh yes! I forgot your lover!”
“Hey! I’m still a vir-“
“That doesn’t need announcing Jam. Besides, we all know you’re lying,” Asia said chucking. Jamia smirked and scoffed.
“You have no proof,” she said.
“That aside,” Amira interrupted the girls’ quarreling, “there’s a kid name Frankie who we hang out with a lot. He goes to a Catholic School near here.”
Asia nudged me, and leaned up to my ear.
“And there’s a one-hundred percent chance he and Jamia are gonna get together one day!”
“I heard that!” Jamia said, steaming.
“That was the point,” Asia explained.
Just as Jamia was going to make her rebuttal, the bells shrieked, announcing the beginning of homeroom.
“Huh, well I guess the phrase ‘Saved by the bell’ comes into effect here. Give me your schedule Gerard.” Asia grabbed the piece of folded paper in my large hands and read it. “Huh, looks like we have every class together. What are the odds!”
She somehow had the strength to twist my overweight form to the direction the main school building was in. We began to walk swiftly to the building, the others lingering behind, gossiping like schoolgirls it looked like. I only caught a glimpse of their conversation.
“How long till you think they start dating?” asked Ray.
“I give them two weeks,” said Amira quietly.
“Psh,” Jamia scoffed, “I give them two hours.”
